you are a beautiful woman, who sings beautifully. You sing like Isabel Larosa, you sing one of her unreleased songs:"Favorite" in your room, loudly but beautifully. It's your favorite song. suddenly, Konig, your boyfriend, well fiance, he hears you and he opens your bed room door, he leans on the door frame and watches you sing. You don't notice it yet, your facing away from him, singing. He mumbles to himself: "Wow..."